( Sorry *erherm* Kao, I forgot.)
Firerider sighed. He looked around, and found something that would qualify for a walking stick. "Let's see..." He looks around on a small hill, only to see trees... "Wait a minute." He turns around. "Guys, do you suppose I could borrow that hatchet for a second?"

When Razakan left, Claire was a little relieved--she had trouble understanding him. It was a bit like having somebody speak to you in a foreign language--one without punctuation and capitalization. She turned to John. "Well, I guess that means we'll have wood. I wonder if anybody's found water yet." She sat down near (but not touching) the old (possibly dead) man and leaned her back up against a rock. As she looked out over the ocean, she wondered if they'd get rescued soon--and if anybody knew where they were, or that they were even missing.

Name: Andrew "Handstand" Hentzen
Age: 17
Skill: Hunter
Personality: Manic Depressive
Item 1: Fishing net
Item 2: Throwing knife
Traits: When Manic: Friendly, hardworking and attentive. When Depressed: Ignores near everyone, and doesn't feel like working.
Description: Being Manic Depressive makes him hard to work with a lot of the time, but when he is in a good mood, you should probably get him to work as hard as you can get him to before his mood changes. Before his dad died, he hunted all the time, thus becoming his favorite pass-time.
History: Spent most of his time in school alone because of his emotional disorders, so he has learned to cope on his own. His father died when he was 13 from a heart attack and his mother has been very quiet since then, contributing to his depressive-ness.

John realized that he was apparently talking to himself. Perhaps Claire had fallen asleep. Night was coming, and this whole ordeal had to be exhausting for everybody. He looked at the man that they had been watching. His condition didn't seem to have changed, so John felt that he could wander the seashore a little to see what he could find.

When he got to the beach, John looked around the wreckage. He was pretty sure that he had gone over it pretty well, but you never know when you're going to find something that you've missed before.

He was in luck. Sticking out from the wreckage, there was something that appeared to be a fishing net. He started to pull on the net to see if he could get it loose.

Name:AJ
Age:16
Skill:hunting, and medicines
Personality:positive, but confused at what has happened
Item 1:A long-bow (no arrows)
Item 2:a pack of 15 matches
Traits:stealth, and acurate bow shot
Description:Dark hair and eyes with a red shirt jeans and a red phillies baseball hat.
History:Raised by his grandperent beacause his parents died from an attack before he could meet them. He ran away
because he wanted to have a free life. he learned about nature and healing from a man who had been striving in the wilderness for many years.

"OW!" he yelled. He felt his forhead and felt blood dripping from a gash. He tried to stand up but he was weak. "can anyone help me... is anyone here?"

John gave up after tugging at the fishing net for a bit. After all, that cry for help sounded a little more urgent.

"I'm here! Where are you?" John cried out. "Keep calling out and I'll follow the sound of your voice!" It sounded like it had come from near the wreckage, or maybe even from inside it. John couldn't tell for sure.